William Wordsworth Quotes

We are like ignorant shepherds living on a site where great civilizations once flourished. The shepherds play with the fragments that pop up to the surface, having no notion of the beautiful structures of which they were once a part.

He that hath knowledge spareth his words.

I was much distressed by next door people who had twin babies and played the violin; but one of the twins died, and the other has eaten the fiddle, so all is peace.

Now all my teachers are dead except silence.

I, schooled in misery, know many purifying rites, and I know where speech is proper and where silence.

They never open their mouths without subtracting from the sum of human knowledge.

If there was a day that history was not recorded, then the history of one hundred days would be in peril.

What is experience? A poor little hut constructed from the ruins of the palace of gold and marble called our illusions.

And blind oblivion swallowed cities up.

A thought Of that late death took all my heart for speech.

Without oblivion, there is no remembrance possible. When both oblivion and memory are wise, when the general soul of man is clear, melodious, true, there may come a modern Iliad as memorial of the Past.

Everyone breathes in air, but it's a wise person who knows when to use that air to speak and when to exhale in silence.

wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good.

Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.

We are like ignorant shepherds living on a site where great civilizations once flourished.

There's nothing as dear as the sight of ruins.

The most that I can learn is in records that you burn.

Grief should be the instructor of the wise; Sorrow is Knowledge.

Ale is meat, drink and cloth; it will make a cat speak and a wise man dumb.

I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history.

It is wise to be silent when occasion requires, and better than to speak, though never so well.

In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the town, always silent and alone.

Wise is the man who says what needs to be said, but not all that could be said.

Then I will speak upon the ashes.